Once I got back to the hotel and parked my car, I felt like I could breathe again, because whatever the hell it was that I had seen, I had left in the dust when I hauled ass out of that arena. I felt bad for leaving Layla to whatever fate it was that she had set herself up for, but hopefully no harm would come to her. From the sight of her before I had seen whatever it was I had saw, she didn't seem to be in any sort of danger; if any danger existed, then she certainly seemed blissfully ignorant of it, bless her soul. But I wasn't taking any chances myself; I was going straight up to my room, locking the doors and windows tight, and not letting anyone in for anything.

Even though I was safely tucked into my room, with the windows closed, curtains drawn tight and the door locked with the safety latch on, I could not get my mind to settle down. I paced the length of my room, window to door, door to window and back again, I pondered exactly what it was I had seen. Were his eyes truly glowing, or was it a trick of the light? Did he really even see me standing there, peeking in at an intimate moment between him and Layla? What exactly was going on between him and Layla? Through it all, the ever constant mantra my mother used to scold me with ran through my head… You're so nosy about everything…it's going to get you into trouble you can't get out of… You're so nosy… Trouble…

…Nosy…

…Trouble…

I then sigh angrily, changing out of my street clothes into my sleepwear and then settle into bed, because I knew that she had finally been proven right, and that my curiosity had quite possibly gotten me into trouble that I couldn't get myself out of. But even now, despite the fact that I am panicked, maybe even a little scared, I still find myself turned on beyond belief by that…was he even a man? Or was he more?

With a scowl, I reach out and grab the remote from the dresser and switch the TV on, determined to find something to distract me from my overactive imagination. I scoff at myself and my paranoia. Whatever the hell was going on back at the arena was something that I wanted no part of, and it was behind me. But still, that random little niggling of doubt remained in the back of my mind, still pressing, still questioning whether I was out of trouble yet, because I had possibly been seen. Apparently the TV hadn't been enough to rest my troubled mind, so I decided to just turn the light off and go to bed; before I settled myself into bed, I turned the volume down low on the TV, to provide a bit of background noise so I could sleep more restfully, then closed my eyes, willing my still-restless mind to calm itself and give in to sleep…

Just as I am on the brink of sleep, I get a peculiar thought in my head, a thought telling me that I needed to open my window to let in a little air. That's weird, I told myself, because it's so god-awful cold this time of year, and I wouldn't dream of giving up the heat just for a little cool air. Shaking my head drowsily, I sit up, rubbing my eyes, toss the covers off and get out of bed, moving over to the thermostat and turn the heater down before moving over to the window and cracking it open a bit to welcome in a bit of air to cool my body down.

As I make my way back to the bed, I get that familiar sensation that I'm not alone in my room. The sensation that someone is in my room, watching me while I'm dressed in only a T-shirt and panties dispels any further thoughts of sleep from my mind, and I quickly move over to the nightstand. My hand reaches out for my phone, but before I can grab it, a hand closes over mine and another claps over my mouth to prevent my scream of fright. My flight-or-fight instinct kicks into high gear, and I use my free arm to jam an elbow into my captor's abdomen, but before I could even hope for it to make contact, my elbow hits dead air. A soft, sensual chuckle comes from somewhere around my window.

"You're a tough little bird, I'll give you that," he says in that low, taunting voice thickly laced with that English accent that never failed to make me swoon. "But now is not a suitable time for games."

"What the fuck are you doing in my room?" I snarl, slowly trying to inch my hand back towards my phone. "How did you get in here, and what do you want?"

Another soft, taunting chuckle. "Why, love, I'm here to give you what you want. Was it not your desire to experience my pleasures for yourself?"

"Desire…what desire? I don't know what you're talking about," I try to stammer helplessly, but it was no use. Even a person who had never encountered me in their lives could tell that I was a bad liar and an even more abominable one when caught in a situation.

Before I could even begin to fathom how he moved so fucking quickly, he laid sprawled back on my bed, crossing his arms behind his head casually, like he simply fucking belonged there. This little gesture of sensual arrogance was enough to make me want to leap on him and let him do whatever the hell he wanted with me, but since I had no exact guarantee he wasn't going to kill me, caution won out against libido. I quickly reached out and grabbed my phone off of the nightstand and backed away again, earning another chuckle from the asshole. "You're a terrible liar, love," he chastised gently. "As I said, you desired to experience my pleasures for yourself. I could smell the arousal and the want coming from you, and it piqued my curiosity." He then sat up and put his legs over the edge of the bed, those predatory, possessive eyes—now a mesmerizing brown—fixated on me, promising nothing but absolute sin. "I could smell how badly you wanted me, even in the men's locker room earlier. You want me…badly." He then gave me a smile, a smile that terrified me as much as it enthralled me.

"You never explained how you got into my room," I protested weakly as I started to back up again, quickly feeling my resolve waver at that breathtaking, devious grin. Suddenly, it dawned on me. "You're not like the other guys… What are you? Are you even human?"

"Of course I'm human. Or, at least I was…" That deadly smile flashed again, before his lips formed the word, "Once." He then started to rise from the bed, and that was when I ran for the door. Before I had even taken five steps, he was in my way, and I was stumbling back to avoid crashing into him. His steady hands caught me, and I was trying to fight again, desperation kicking him because deep down, I was sure that this might just be my last stand.

My blows seemed to only amuse him more, until the next thing I knew, I was on my back on my bed, with no recollection of how I got there, and this beautiful monster straddling me, with a triumphant, possessive gleam in his eyes. "Just give yourself over, love," he assured me in that smooth, rich, thick accent that had my head swimming in a foggy haze of desire, "trust me…you'll enjoy every minute of it."